Hunter X Hunter Birthdays Novels & Stories

He began to panic immediately and started thinking of the best way to escape what could turn out to be a very ugly situation so quick. “Guys calm down, I’m not a werewolf,” he announced. “I’m Xavier Damon.” “And how old are you?” Brad asked, running his fingers across the sharp blade that a classmate had provided. “I’m thirteen for God’s sake,” Xavier cried feeling the blade pressed against his neck. “Thirteen you say? What year were you born?” Brad asked. “3rd of October, 1909. Don’t kill me please,” Xavier was already crying. Some of his classmates gasped in horror while others laughed doubting the possibility.

he spoke, prolly repeating what he'd said before. My stomach flipped. Oh. Right. Two days from now. My eighteenth birthday. "Hold up,"Xavier cut in, frowning. "Your birthday's in two days?" I nodded. "And you weren't going to tell us?"Dickson added. "Oh, c'mon guys. It's not that big a deal." Red frowned like I just cursed his entire future. "Not big a deal? Like, you're being serious right now? This is your 18th birthday, sweetheart. It's like...the most iconic milestone before twenty-one."

Can you do me a favor and celebrate his birthday with him? "Xander's birthday?" Grace calculated the dates and realized Hestia was right. She remembered Xander's birthday was on June 18th, and today was June 15th. "Is it okay, Gracie?" Hestia looked at Grace expectantly. The latter thought about her plans before nodding. "Okay, Aunt Hestia." Hearing that, Hestia was very relieved. She had decided that she would step up her efforts to bring the two together on Xander's birthday.

“Happy birthday, Hal!” Jordan threw herself onto her brother, wrapping her arms around his neck as if she was still a baby. Halton laughed. He almost forgot. It’s August 18th. The day his wrecked life started. "It’s dada’s birthday?” Angela asked, tilting her head cutely. Jordan scooped her up in her arms and placed a kiss on her squishy cheek. “Yup! And we gonna celebrate it with some snacks. Right, bro?”

My colleagues at work were all here, including Adam's. "We're here to celebrate your pre-birthday because some of us won't be around for your birthday due to the holidays" Martha the cook at Burger Zone piped up. Our birthday is on December 27th and this year's pre-birthday is just a day before because our birthday falls on a Saturday this year. "How did you guys get in here anyways?" I asked again. I felt like my face was going to split in two from how hard I was grinning. Everyone pointed at Tyler. I turned to the culprit beside me questioningly.

I whimper. “Oh god, Honey, when is your birthday?” Grandma exclaimed. “Umm It’s November 17th Why? I asked, confused. “Crap! Honey, we need to hurry and get to the pack! Let's grab a few things of meat and different sweets and let's hurry!” Grandma freaks out.

Hunter said and continued. "You know we had one more member in our gang. Her name was Sarah. She was like our family. The girl was in love with Rasmus. When she turns 18 she found out Rasmus was her mate but then everything stopped during the rogue attack, and she was killed. She was like a sister to me. I loved her as much as I loved Aurora and Angela. But she left us. It broke us apart but Moon Goddess sent Catherine and she named her baby Sarah," Hunter rasped. His eyes were misty.

Looking into his enchanting blue eyes, I softened my face. “What’s the date?” I asked him. “August twenty-seventh, why’s that?” “Huh, I’m nineteen now. Guess I slept through my birthday”. “When was your birthday?” Gunner asked a little shocked. “It was on August fourth”. “Well, you missed mine too, it was July sixteenth” “Oh well, just another year right”. “I think we should have a birthday party, for both of us. It can be a welcome-back slash I-was-in-a-coma-for-my-birthday kind of party. What do you think?” he asked with a hint of excitement in his tone.

I reply with a cocky grin. We cruise to school, talking about last night's party and our plans for the weekend. Xander's new ride still makes quite the impression as we pull into the school parking lot, and we get more looks than usual as we park. As we head through school toward our lockers, I hear someone singing "Happy Birthday." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zahra. She looks up, and our eyes meet. It hits me then—it’s her birthday. She’s turning 14 today. Shit.!